Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brand New , by - Foreign Fields. Release date: 01.10.2020
Song language: English
Brand New |
| In the mirror fall away, when you’re face to face |
| Finally tears drop, you’re letting the tears drop |
| Filling up your heart again when you’re face to face |
| Reincarnate, the mirror falls away |
| The first time that you hear it, speaking when you’ll need it |
| When you’re face down on, find your way home |
| But finally you feel it, the first time that you need it |
| On the crown of your lips on my way home |
| Broken down, lost in my mind, are you calling my name? |
| I think that I can hear you, I need to be near you |
| The shadow figure open the light, I am face to face |
| Reincarnate, the mirror falls away |
| The first time that you hear it, speaking when you’ll need it |
| When you’re face down on, find your way home |
| Finally you feel it, the first time that you need it |
| On the crown of your lips on my way home |
| I’m feeling brand new |
| I’m feeling brand new |
| Talk to me to see it through, see it through |
| I’m feeling brand new |
| I’m feeling brand new |
| Talk to me to see it through, see it through |
| The first time that you hear it, speaking when you’ll need it |
| When you’re face down on, find your way home |
| But finally you feel it, the first time that you need it |
| (I'm feeling brand new) |
| On the crown of your lips on my way home |
| (I'm feeling brand new) |
| The first time that you hear it (I'm feeling brand new) |
| Speaking when you’ll need it (I'm feeling brand new) |
| When you’re face down on (I'm feeling) |
| Find your way home (I'm feeling brand new) |
| But finally you feel it (I'm feeling brand new) |
| The first time that you need it (I'm feeling brand new) |
| On the crown of your lips on my way home (I'm feeling) |
| Lungs filled with air, struggling to catch our breath |
| We have lost our way along the southern path |
| Used between here and now, I know they are there |
| Stories pile up, increasing circles |
| The grip of the soil turning earth trapped deep in the wild |
| Breathless, eyes closed, we search for answers outside |
| In decades, a flightless flight |
| We fill years upon a grave |
| The words are buried there |
| Between years trapped together, January to January |
| Working to find our way home |
| And we finally feel it as the rain and trees clear up |
| Future, past, we are here |
| The air is exhausted |
| We are home |